It was Sweetheart's Sunday! Yay! And I had been planning a special brunch for Sam for a week. And some special before brunch activities.

Not that, dirty mind. Her massage!

And before that, I needed some Sammy love. So I suppose it was what you thought.

I slipped out of bed and got her a banana and a big glass of orange juice.

Since she'd be eating later this morning I knew she'd need a snack to keep her energy up.

(Just so you know, I'm not going to fuck her with the banana. Stop trying to guess what I'm going to do. Sam is quite satisfied thank you.)

I returned to the room with the snack for my lady.

That she was going to eat. Immediately. Without doing anything else with first.

I put it on the little table next to my bed. Last night was my turn so we were in my bed.

Seeing her there made me think again that I would be happy if I never slept another night alone in my life. I thought about our dream house in Oxnard and how our bed would be pink and grey. I thought about how pink and grey were actually quite nice together. Classy and Oxnardian.

I cuddled in with Sammy-lamb and kissed her warm lips. Then I kissed her cheeks. When I got to her eyelids, her eyes popped open.

"Princess," she said by way of greeting.

"Happy Sweetheart's Sunday, Sam!" I said, giving her a big kiss and a hug.

"So every single Sunday?" She asked.

"Maybe. Every single Sunday until you will hold my hand walking down the street or at the mall. And kiss me in public whenever I want." I said.

"I'll never kiss you in public 'whenever you want'." Sam said.

"Sweetheart Sunday forever!" I cheered and jumped on her.

I knew I would one day get her over kissing the same way I had gotten her over hugging.

But I also knew I'd never really intended to renegotiate Sweetheart Sunday. Unless it was to add Moony-over-you Monday, Totally-in-love Tuesday,
Why-don't-you-lick-me-already Wednesday, and the rest.

"Here, eat your banana and drink your juice." I said.

"Don't you have some bacon for that banana? You usually give me a good breakfast on Sundays. I need plenty of energy for all the looooovvee demands you are going to make on me." Sam said.

"Funny you should mention bacon. Our secret trip to Nona's supper club got me thinking.
Since today is Sweetheart Sunday we can be a couple, as long as we don't do it near the house.
I know it's normally naked love day. Or kittenplay day which is just naked love day in a different hat, or a pretty pink collar."
Lost my train of thought for a second. But then I was back.
"But today it could mean brunch plans at that new place Der Bacon Haus, that you wanted to try.
21 different kinds of sausage. Eighteen different bacons. I know, should have been called Der Sausage Hut. Not my restaurant.
It's in Reseda so we probably won't see anyone we know.
We'll have them seat us in the back. Maybe I'll sit on your lap and feed you niblets.
But since we aren't having brunch for three hours you need your vitamins for the morning
so eat and drink your fruit in its many forms. In this case two." I said

"Three hours, why so long?" Sam complained.

"Well first we're gonna bang. Then we're gonna bone. Then a little licky licky quicky.
We'll barely have time enough for a shower." I explained.

"Really and what, if I may ask, are we boning with? Since neither of us is packing any of the usual bonerables.
You gettin your femur up there? Giving me some fibula action.
Little fibula ribula? Yeah, that's all the bone stuff I got." Sam said.

"Okay, forget the boning. I don't think that was ever happening, for the exact reason you said."
I cuddled up and looked into her eyes. "I would enjoy some morning loveplay with my girlfriend.
Followed by her weekly massage, which will almost assuredly get intimate.
And then a shower where we will be naked and wet. While we will have just made love followed by making love,
I'm betting things will get spicy in the shower.
If the restaurant required reservations I would have allowed four hours, to be safe."

"Well, we could skip the massage this week." Sam said.

"No, my love, we could not. I have been trying to make this happen, and it's happening.
I want you to love being touched. By me at least.
In the same way that there is no such thing as you touching me too much.
I know why you hate being touched. It lets people behind your walls. But I am already there.
I know why you don't like massage. It is either boring, or it makes you horny.
I believe that I have a plan of strong deep muscle work that will not be boring,
mixed with fun touch that will keep you aroused but not to a 'stop this I need to cum' level.
I have let the last two massages turn into sexual with a therapeutic element.
I just want to flip that back to therapeutic with a sexual element and we'll be sorted."

"Okay, Kitten." Sam said, reaching over me to take the banana and the juice.

"But I am going to have to insist on that 'licky licky, Momma gonna get sticky' part. That is non-negotiable."

"Never fear, my dear. We are going to be lesbianing quite actively in just a moment.
Let me get some of that juice." I drank some of her orange juice.
"Now you just finish it up, while I get started on your nipples."

I could never get enough of my dear sweet Sammy's playful pink nipples.
Anymore than I could get enough of her pearly pink clitty button.
There was no part of my lovergirl that I could ever get my fill of.

If there were, I probably would have to go live in a sack.

An old burlap sack, hanging on a wall. Because anyone who took so little pleasure in anything so delightful; that they could cease to discover new specialness with each moment spent with my lady's delightful body. That person would be fit only for the life of a sack hermit.

Sam has the most beautiful breasts.

Bigger than you'd think to look at her.

I mean I know that she looks like she's got some good ones but they're even a bit bigger than that up close. And firm, because they've got that good muscle behind them. I mean I know mine are a lot smaller than hers but still; mine feel softer to me too. Mine are like little water balloons full of pudding and hers are like, not birthday balloons certainly, they're not that big.

I don't know. I can't answer your boob questions right now.

I was busy raining kisses down all over my beautiful girlfriend's fantastic womanly breasts. With their faint dusting of freckles, every one of which I wished to kiss. And her small fat cork nipples that I wanted to stopper my puckered lips with.

My fingers stroking her fuzz as I kissed, licked and sucked at her breasts and nipples.

She hadn't trimmed in the two weeks since we had talked about her growing her hair out for me to see what it looked like.

It had only been two weeks so there wasn't enough difference yet to really notice much. It was still a topic of conversation. I hadn't fully come out that I wanted her to go wild and free. and she hadn't said that she wanted no longer than a brush cut.

We were experimenting. We didn't know what we preferred. I knew that I wanted to see what it would look like and she indulged me.

But I didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

I'd do anything for her, but it would be harder than heck if she asked me to do the same thing.

The same little bit dirty and animalistic that made it a turn on to me. That made me fantasize about broaching the subject of 'just seeing' what her armpits looked like just trimmed, then not trimmed.

Then maybe even her legs. Although those I didn't care about. They were just legs and not specifically sexy like bush and armpits.

But anyway that same rough barbarian vibe that made me wet thinking about her doing it, made my blood go cold thinking about me doing it.

Luckily she not only never asked, she seemed unlikely ever to.

She even shaved me once in the shower and that seemed to be something she could enjoy doing occasionally. Which pointed even more to her wanting to keep me smooth.

I also think it might make a difference if her hair was dark and noticeable like mine. But hers was blonde, fine, and cute. Normally it was practically invisible. So it could be felt much more than seen and there was something sexy about that.

I slid the edge of my finger against her wet slit starting to open her, moving up to her clit. I wanted to turn her on. Maybe not make her come yet, but if she did that was frantabulous too. It's just I was doing something now and there was a bit more kissing to do before I went south and I didn't want too much cum on my hand that could be in my tummy.

That did remind me, I really needed to be kissed and kissed properly. I moved up and attacked my lovers mouth. "Mmmm, your mouth tastes great." I said. Banana and oranges. "Take my face in your hands," I said. "Please" I finished.

She did, of course. She took my face in her hands and kissed me like I had always dreamed of being kissed. Her hands held my cheeks as she kissed my lips thoroughly, her tongue exploring my mouth. Slipping hotly over my own tongue, hungrily rubbing on it.

We kissed like that for minutes. Then as her hands slid back into my hair our twining tongues became even more sensual, sexual. We were eating out each others mouths and we knew it. Just as we had Frenched each others pussies.

I for one liked this about our lovemaking. And yes I did insist on calling it lovemaking, thank you very much.

I enjoyed this aspect of our lovemaking, as I was saying. This fact that I had kissed my lady's cunt and eaten out my lady's mouth and I knew the difference. And I bet not only every lesbian who walked the earth but every woman and a fair few men knew the difference just as well.

I also have finger fucked my lady's mouth before. When my fingers were particularly gooey and I was feeling particularly dirty and that was sexy as hell too. So there!

Plus, you don't even know what they were gooey with. Maybe it was butt cum. Maybe it was only raspberry jam. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was during a food game I haven't even shared with you.

Sorry that was very rude. Under Sam's bad influence, it would appear I am becoming rather nasty when I'm horny.

Of course now I'm even more horny from talking to you about it.

"You are so fuckin' beautiful." I said. " I love you so much."

"Mmmm, Kitty's got a dirty mouth on her today." Sam said.

"Not as dirty as I'd like it to be. Why don't you come here and use it as your cumrag." I groan-snarled. Then I laughed. "Where'd that come from?
That was good. That was hot. And true as toast. Come here Sammy. Come use my tongue as your cumrag. Fill my mouth."
I started licking down her body. "Well I'll just come there. It's faster."

Gods damn it to heck she smelled amazing and her lips were already darker and thick, she was so turned on.

But I wanted to suck them til they were fat and purple with heat. I wanted to lick and suck at her til she was full and thick and raw with need.
I wanted to make her look like I felt.

But most of all I wanted to draw her lust out so I could sate it.

I kissed her slick elastic lips, then sucked them into my mouth. Filling myself with her delicate intimate flesh.
tasting her pulling them with the strong suction of my playful hunger. Wetting them so generously with my tongue that as I pulled back they slid from my mouth. Overly moist, but that was my intent, for I saw their sloppy spittiness to be sexy as I played with them with my fingers
as I stretched them open and licked deeper.

It was a game, a hungry horny devil's game, but a game nonetheless. Trying playfully, joyfully, to make my sweet love cum and lick it from her;
sweetly, lovingly, hungrily.

Because that's what she brought out in me again and again. This hunger along with this drive to be both loving and dirty.
To always call it lovemaking while also talking about fingerfucking her mouth with hands gooey with butt cum.

Because there was no denying this was truly my fairy tale and I was her princess.
But it was every bit as true that I was her greedy gluttonous slut kitten and this was a story too decadent for even the porniest pornos.

Because wherever the magic of true love goes, can raunchy fuckity fucks ever be far behind?

I think not. And while I was thinking not I was licking out my Sammy-lamb. My truest of true loves. My one true Sam.

Shall I compare her to a summer's day?

Of course not I was busy licking her pussy.

Kissing and stroking. Moving my fingers in and out. Licking them to savor the deliciousness they had transfered from her folds and crannies. Sucking on her pert pink button making it purple and rise as it hardened.

Licking around it and over it then trapping it between my pursed lips and sucking it earnestly again. Searching my fingers within her. Stimulating all the nerves within her scrumptious funbox. Playing with fingers hooked against the roof of it. Stimulating the inner forks of her clit and her urethral sponge. Moving my fingers along the floor of her, rubbing all those delightful nerves between front and back funholes. Putting my middle and index fingers in; one hand in each hole and using these two most talented digits to pleasure her on both sides in tandem as my tongue visted back and forth licking around the fingers and between the fingers. Moving back to her clit with my mouth and moving back to her nipples.

Kissing all over her soft muscular tummy tum. Kissing her tummy button and then a line of kisses back to join my busy hands in their play.

To say she came would be obvious. What else would she be doing? Knitting? Homework? Alphabetizing meat?

But I will tell you how she came. She had loud powerful orgasms where her juices came to me in a rush, a pulse of passion.
She had soft tender orgasms that sounded almost like weeping.
She had full throated orgasms that sounded more like roaring.

I cannot say which order they came in, or even which was first or last.

I could tell you how proud it made me to make my lover cum so hard. Or even how humble it made me, because I know this wasn't me that did this to her.

I was only touching her, only kissing her. It was our love that filled her with these feelings. It was our love that made me cum simply from the sound of her, from the flavor of my lady.

Not big, earth shattering, roaring ones I admit.
But I know what an orgasm feels like and I had more than one as I feasted.
How could I not? How could I not be transported with delight when such a goddess was at my fingertips and at my lips?

It was magic, pure and simple. Every moment.

After we'd smooshed and smooched a bit and Sam had recovered the power of speech she said, "That was incredible, my pet."

"Yummy scrumbos and scrummy yummbos." I said.

"Yeah," Sam said, "Yummy bumholes, that's all you care about."

"Shut up, you." I fired right back. "Or you're going to remind me I didn't get nearly enough butt yumminess today and I'll have my tongue up your rump til dinner. Then nobody goes to Der Bacon Streudel."

"C'mon kittengirl, that sounds fantastic, but my bottom will still be there when we get home." Sam said.

"I know. It's just every inch of you is so damn delectable. Truly you are magnificent, Sam sweetie. You really are.
And so fucking beautiful I want to claw my own eyes out so I don't have to look at all the crap in the world that isn't you.
But sadly then I wouldn't be able to look at you either, so I have to suffer through." I started to get up.
"Now c'mon, be a smurf and help me get my table set up."

I had a portable massage table under my bed that I kept meaning to set up for Sam's massages. But I hadn't until now.
I had to get serious though. Or Sam was going to continue to view this as an option, when it was a priority to me.

It was a strong but lightweight aluminum frame table with pink vinyl over a polyester foam core. It actually was almost as comfortable as a futon and my friend Tori had slept on it when I lived at my parents house. One time when she and Jade both spent the night and only Jade would fit in my bed. I doubled up on the bottom sheet like I always did. otherwise the cold of the vinyl leaked through.

I started Sam on her stomach. Starting with the backs of her calves and a firm pressure. Carrying that on when I took it down to her feet. I always gave everyone a lot of pressure on their feet, as I've mentioned. It is the best way to head off tickling situations and since they are used to bearing the person's entire weight stamping around all day, they usually only notice a firm pressure.

So it was back of the calf, sole of the foot. Up around entire calf. Down around entire foot. Up to knee. Bend the knee. Move the leg out. Massage along the outside of the leg. Move the leg in. With the knee bent, rotate the lower part of the leg a quarter turn in each direction to massage the hip joint as I massage the upper leg with the other hand.

Thoroughly do knee, then simple connecting strokes down leg to bring around to other leg where I repeated it through to that knee. Then up to the thigh of the second leg. Simple connecting strokes to tie the whole of the legs together and do the first thigh. Just enough on her lady business that it feels included.

Then her glutes. Do her glutes thoroughly, as they are a major muscle group before moving up to backs of the hips and then lower back. Starting first standing near the hip and moving in strokes that work upward and eventually working my way around until I am standing over her head facing her bottom moving in smooth long strokes down her back rocking her hipbones and loosening the tension in her spine.

I had been using quite firm pressure on the thick muscle, but here closer to bone and especially when my hands are positioned near her spine, I am holding off on the pressure a lot and just using enough to move and position the muscles. Then I moved up to her shoulderblades working my fingers underneath them as I lifted and manipulated her arms.

Sam moaned as she relaxed and I asked if the pressure was good. Then asked if there was anything she'd like me to be doing differently. Since I knew she didn't have the experience as a client to even know what she liked or wanted let alone what might help her body we did a fair amount of: 'Better like this, or better like this?'

Which was fine with me, anything to be touching her.

To be doing something I knew was to her benefit was just glitter on the valentine.

Not the Cat Valentine. 'glitter on the valentine' is a saying like it's all just 'cheese on the potato'. I do like to have glitter on me though. Just in case you are taking notes.

So after I loosened her shoulders up, I continued down her arms. Then bent her arms and worked back along her triceps. Up her forearm, did her hand. Pulled her folded arm up and around to start working in her chest. As my other hand was starting on her clavicle on that side. Then I did the same on the other side.

Now that I was back on her back, I swept the blades of my forearms up and down.

Up with the right arm, down with the left on the right side and then reverse it on the left. My feet shoulder width apart, leaning into the strokes, rocking on my hips, trying to keep the strokes as long as possible.

Long strokes to cover her back and tie it all together. Then I broke it down into doing strokes to her outer thigh, inner thigh, along her torso. Moving back to her bum.

Before I flipped her over, my final stop on the back was a complete massage of her undercarriage.

What I didn't mention when discussing the set up of my table. Before I lay Sam down on her tummy I have placed a massage wedge underneath her hips. This takes the weight off her hips, making her more comfortable. It also cants her hips at an angle so her entire funzone is on display and within easy access for me. This made my job easier certainly. But also was more fun for her. I wouldn't have to re-position her or dig around at all to get things done. She was comfortable and accessible. Not to mention in very good hands. I started on her bottom, only because that was uppermost with her on her tummy.

With my hands slick with coconut oil, I started with my fingertips at the crown of her crack. Massaging around the hole but not in and moving down the sides of her slit. Massaging the external muscles and flesh.

Not even moving onto her labia yet, although I certainly would.

This was just working my fingertips into all that support zone area. All the parts that are so near and yet so far. That only got reflected attention from proximity to the good stuff when I was down there and everything got all caught up together.

Well this was some time to single out those adjacent areas that I might normally gloss over. This would be a thorough going over like accupressure or reflexology for the area, from about an inch above her tailbone to her pubic bone. I was working it over with my finger tips in little one inch squares.

Walking my fingertips over it. Pressing. Doing crossfiber movements to release tension and soften the skin. Then when I had massaged the entire area, I took my slick oiled palm and covered her actual vagina. Palming and beginning to massage her labia.

Massaging in and around. Tapping the entire flat of both my hands lightly around this area those around it, extending up over her glutes and down her inner thighs.

Then coming back up, to massage with both hands working together.

Pressing down along the seam of her, spreading her lovely lips out flat and massaging along the insides with my thumbs. Turning my hands so all four finger tips of each hand are aligned along the base of each side inside her but not deep inside. This is still external massage in the strictest sense of the word.

There can be no doubt that her treasure is spread open and displayed but not overspread, not uncomfortable.

I am lovingly caring for this gift Sam has shared with me, even if I am doing it in an unusual way.

I take my two index fingers, as they are closest, and use them to begin to massage her clit as the other fingers continue with labia and vulva duty.

My lady is breathing heavily and moaning occasionally by now. And I am making my own pleasure noises with the enjoyment of what I'm doing.

Then I move my left hand flat against her. Pressing firmly in, my fingertips still on her clit and my right hand smoothing and massaging her lips against the surface of my other hand.

Then placing my right hand flat on her tailbone and inserting my middle and index fingers of my left hand together. I move them all around the entire vaginal barrel massaging the inner walls. Another quick tour around the external areas I'd spent so much time on in the beginning to tie it all together spreading out into long strokes involving the entire back before turning her over.

I reached under the sheet to pull the wedge down when she flipped, so it would now be under her knees, supporting them.

There are plenty in the massage community who would take issue with me kissing her when I had her turn over.

Even though she is my lady love. Even with this sort of already sensual massage. They would say that boundaries in massage must always be sacrosanct, because it is so intimate. They would say if you'll kiss your lover, then those ideas will come into your head with a client, and it's just better to never do that.

Not to mention not having that energy on the table.

The fact that I'm mentioning it means I've internalized some of that stuff. But I will say two things:

First I have made it clear in our talks how truly madly deeply I love this woman and I had to kiss her. To not kiss her would be morally wrong and I am of the highest moral character.

Secondly, I only have eyes for Sam. I have never sexually desired anyone before her. And will never desire anyone besides her.
Not to say I haven't wanted to kiss people because I have wanted to and I have done it.
But at that point kissing didn't mean what it means to me now. They were just people I liked or thought were pretty.
Thinking someone is aesthetically attractive does not make you want to kiss them on a massage table.
So I will never have a client where that's a problem.

There is a third which is I don't do this professionally and never will. But I do like to do it with a professional demeanor so that is a gray area.

After I kissed her, (and this wasn't a full on make out just a quick, but unhurried acknowledgement of my love for my beautiful lady). I moved up to the head of the table and slid my hands down to her shoulderblades, drawing them back up beside her spine. Sliding back down and making my hands into fists that I stood underneath her, letting her own weight push them into the muscle bundle at the base of her neck.

I moved on to her breasts beginning with the muscles that anchored them to her chest at the top and massaging down and around. Always moving carefully to relax the skin without stretching the skin.

Also, as always, touching with a taking touch. Feeling every inch of Sam. Enjoying her. Stirring the energy in her flesh. Awakening the life within her blood and bone and muscle. Communicating with her flesh to flesh. Exactly as I did when I had sex with her. Although this was a different conversation.

I moved down along her belly. doing the front of her hips and her stomach. I moved down her leg, bending her knee and bringing it up to her stomach. Then over to the side.

I brought her legs together and bent both of them bringing both knees to her stomach. Both knees to the right. Both knee to the left. I flattened her left leg out again and brought the bent right leg over, torquing that hip slightly. I then did the same movements in reverse order on the other side.

I then moved on to her adorable little piggies. Massaging each of her toesies in turn. Many of them cracked or popped as I stretched and rotated them on their little joints.

I moved up to her arms and hands, again taking my time and working them minutely like the feet because they are just as important and packed with nerve endings. The hands even more important. Hands face and sexy place are if not the most important areas of this or any massage they are certainly the areas I work in minute and tiny detail (along with the feet but that didn't work into the rhyme scheme a second ago) making sure every inch has been gone over in at least three different directions with at least three different types of strokes.

The whole teaching of Reflexology is that the hands and feet contain maps with corresponding points to the entire body and accupressure as well has many meridians ending in the extremities.

I finished with a few more more full body strokes. If we weren't going directly to the shower I probably would have led things south again but we could play in the rain instead.

When we were under the hot spray I took a moment to kiss Sam like I hadn't kissed her on the table.

Wet and messy and porny with my arms and legs wrapped around her and her holding me up.
When she realized I wasn't getting down right away, she leaned me against the wall and we slobbered on each other for a few minutes.
It was fun. You can't always kiss nice. Sometimes you have to kiss dirty, even a little gross.
It keeps the horny juices flowing.

"Was that massage better Momma?" I asked.

"Yeah it was good, I think the hurting me helped keep my brain occupied." Sam said. "I mean, not that you,"

"I know." I interrupted. "But with that really deep stuff you want to drink a lot of water. Not liquid. Water. Or you could cramp up and it could even bring up bruises. And if people start to ask questions about why my woman has bruises. I'm gonna have to give you the old one-two, Sally." I said in my tough guy voice.

"I'm sorry Charlie. I'll drink my watta like you says." She replied in her 'gangster dame' voice.

"Oh Sam, you think spousal abuse is funny." I said in my best 'that silly Sam' tone.

"You started it Kitten." Sam said.

"Yeah, yeah." I said. "I'm just a well spring of wickedness and debauchery. Now can you just bend the fuck over so I can eat your ass?"

"Whoa, spicy!" Sam said, "And what brought this on?"

I ignored her just to be playful and said, "Actually, first turn the water up as hot as you can stand it,
because the steam will keep me from getting too cold while I'm back here macking on your fuckholes.
And the hot water beating down on your freshly massaged back will feel fantastic. And then, if you please my lady.
If you could, as I said, bend the fuck over so I can eat your ass." I pressed up against her. "Oh did you say something my love?
I'm just being playful Sam. Playful and dirty. But it does occur to me that while my lucky, greedy, selfish fingers
have gotten to touch and rub and play with you. I haven't licked your sexy snackbox in like an hour, an hour and fifteen.
And as we already talked about. I haven't gotten to lick your besty backbox very much at all today yet.
So if you think I deserve it, if you could please turn up the shower and get comfy I would very much like to lick you out some."

Sam did as I asked and I sat behind her looking at her marvelous treats. All freshly oiled and tender.
Mmmm smellin a little coconutty and a whole lot Sammy. I traced the edges with my tongue.
First her pussy then her bum. Her skin was so warm and soft. So lickable and kissable.
So I licked and I kissed. Kissing and exploring deeper and then pulling back to kiss lovingly at the surface.
Then kiss lovingly with my tongue buried to the hilt.

Sam's hand came back between her legs, I guess she knew what she wanted.

She took my hand and separated it down the middle with her hand pressing two fingers to each hole.

When it was clear I knew what she wanted, she released that hand and held my other one tightly as she moaned and bent down still lower, relaxing onto the arm that she leaned on.

Holding my hand and pressing herself back onto my other hand and hungry exploring tongue.
She moaned and came as I fingered and licked her and soon I was transfering her delectable juices to my greedy tongue
as my questing digits and mouth tried to coax more from her.

Always there was more and more to be coaxed and fairly little coaxing needed.
My lady didn't exactly have a hair trigger, but she was a lusty lass and free with her favors.
At least where greedy lovers were concerned

Eventually it wasn't fair to ask her to stand. Nor me to quit so we just turned the shower off for a few minutes
and she lay on her back in the tub and I finished her a final time or two in the steamy bathroom.

Then we turned the spray back on and actually bathed this time.

There was groping and goosing. Kisses and well placed fingers but it was just playful and we were able to finish and get ready for our day.